I needed to vent.

There's a lot of things that I cannot do.

Days spent in bed, struggling to form coherent thoughts through the fog. I've lost so much of who I was to something that has been stealing everything from me for years. 

It isn't fair. It isn't fair that my mind acts against me. How my legs give out on me, the way I can't control if I drop something due to my brain misfiring. 

I just wanted to exist without issues. My entire childhood was spent at war, and now I'm thrown back into it. Only this time it's with my body. 

I'm tired. I just want to be happy for once, and it's like I can't enjoy anything.